Eleven Years

This Is Our Last Goodbye, and Very Soon It Will Be Over

The music pounding in Jotaro's ears and thumping in his chest wasn't something he was fond of, but he could openly smoke while the old man got plastered at the bar, so he supposed the minor inconvenience of the surrounding atmosphere was tolerable. He'd arranged for Avdol to come along to babysit Joseph in the event Jotaro wanted to leave early, as well as offer him some relief from Joseph's ramblings. He also genuinely liked Avdol's presence, as he was thoughtful and introspective, and was as good a listener as he was at telling interesting stories. Jotaro often found himself smiling a bit when they talked. Polnareff was tearing up the dance floor, his hair and arms moving in time with the beat in the air, and a gangly Kakyoin (unsuccessfully) tried his best to not look like a scarecrow in a windstorm next to him. Jotaro cracked a grin at Kakyoin's flailing, but his eyes kept falling back on Jean, the way his hips moved rhythmically and his large pecs bounced with every low dig of the bass, shining with sweat and picking up all the colors of the flashing lights overhead.
A large, firm hand clapped onto his shoulder.
"Jotaro, are you okay? You're all red and sweaty just standing here."
"'M fine. Hot as fuck in here, you know?" He half yelled, deep voice booming over the music.
"Alright, just checking in, Mr. Joestar has had enough I think, so I'm about to cut him off for the night." Avdol said, a light chuckle escaping him when he glanced over at Joseph wearing his belt as a headband shouting something about 'Caesarino'.
"Take Kakyoin with you, he's embarrassing himself and he looks like he'd rather eat another beetle than try to keep up with Polnareff any longer." Jotaro grinned.
"Wait- is the Jotaro Kujo about to stay at a club?!" Avdol feigned surprise teasingly.
"Yeah, I want a drink. Polnareff seems to be having too much fun to leave and I'd rather not hear more whining." Jotaro explained coolly.
It's not because he wants to watch him dance more. That would be insane.
It's not like Jotaro thought the way Polnareff gleamed under the lights all muscular and sweaty was hot or something. This was Jotaro, he just liked to do things logically, right?

Jotaro was struggling his way through his first old fashioned of the night, hating the taste and how it was $9 for this cup of horse piss. The music changed into the Dj's intermission finally and Jean made his way to the bar to order a virgin frozen pina colada like some white teenage girl on her senior trip in Miami, which made Jotaro snort a laugh. Jean playfully cut him a look, and Jotaro only shrugged. He sat down next to Jean at the bar, admiring his pretty flushed skin up close, and distantly in his mind thought what it would be like to be the cause of a sweaty blushing Jean, but quickly dismissed it as he felt his cheeks heat up again.
"So it's just us now?" Polnareff asked, quickly pulling Jotaro out of his filthy thoughts.
"Yeah. Avdol wanted to get the old man home, Kakyoin said something about reading a book I think." He unceremoniously cleared his throat.
"And you stayed?" Polnareff questioned, searching Jotaro's face for something.
"Mhm,"Jotaro hummed in response. "Wanted to grab a drink, now that I'm old enough."
Polnareff pursed his lips.
"Uh huh, and you hate it." He noted, looking at Jotaro's barely drank glass, watering down in his hot grip.
"Fuck, yeah, I do. Shit's gross and expensive. Dunno how the old man downs enough to run up a tab."
Polnareff chuckled, taking a big sip of his slushie.
"Personally, I'm not a fan of the hard stuff, but wine is okay. I much prefer the company you can share the wine with though, if you know what I'm saying." He waggled hairless brows, and Jotaro shook his head, amused.
"You and your women, huh?"
"Never said it was *just* women, did I?"
"Oh."
"Yeah. How bout you? I've never seen you seem interested in anyone, what's Jotaro's type?"
Jotaro felt his throat close.
"Oh, um, I dunno actually."
"Ah, I understand." Polnareff said thoughtfully. "Makes sense, you seem like you need to be able to trust a partner, and you don't let many people get close to you, so I'm guessing you've never really tried before."
Jotaro grunted in agreement, surprised at how perceptive Polnareff seemed to be,
"What about Kakyoin? Or Avdol? Or even me? you seemed to let us close, and I hope Joseph isn't your type." Polnareff laughed, and Jotaro fiddled nervously with his glass.
"Uh... um... I guess Kakyoin's pretty. Avdol's smart, I like that. You're, well.. you've got a great body, and I suppose you're pretty too, even if you have dumb hair." He mused.
"My hair is NOT dumb, merci boucoup, Jotaro."
Jotaro paused and waited on Jean to realize the rest of what he'd said. The moment it dawned on him his pale skin flushed brilliant red, and his earrings were almost camouflaged by how feverishly Polnareff was blushing.
"Y-you think I'm pretty...J-jotaro?!" He babbled out, animatedly flustered by Jotaro's words.
"Do you not agree?" Jotaro asked sternly, finding that the least embarrassing route he could take this conversation in.
"I mean- yes? But you're- well, you're *you*" Polnareff sputtered.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Jotaro said, choosing to not focus on the emotional side of things once again.
"You're the man with the unbreakable poker face and you just called me *pretty*!!! And it doesn't help you're the model image of perfection, I have every right to be flustered, merde Jojo!"
Jotaro felt a grin split his usually stoic face once again, and he couldn't hold back the laughter that escaped him this time, full on *cackling* at Polnareff, who only seemed to grow *more* flustered as if he was missing the joke.
"Model image of perfection, really Pol?" He snorted.
"What?! What's so funny, Jojo?"
"You." He replied so matter of factly it made Jean's head spin a bit from the sheer whiplash of seeing Jotaro like this.
"Moi?"
"Yes, dumbass, you. Thinking I'm some sort of high and mighty being like that, and that somehow makes you a nervous mess when I tell you the truth." He was giggling. *The* Jotaro-fucking-Kujo was *giggling* and if Polnareff's heart wasn't already firmly lodged in his throat it definitely was now after hearing the chorus of angels that is the laughter emanating from the usually stoic dark haired man beside him. He felt dizzy, and almost checked if this was the work of an enemy stand user but he felt that this Jotaro was entirely genuine and very real, and that there was no way a stand could replicate a sound so beautiful as Jotaro's sweet laugh.
"But Jotaro- you're fucking gorgeous." Jean heard himself say, but he wasn't entirely sure he'd said it out loud. At least, until Jotaro's laughter started up again.
"Jean-Pierre, have you ever *seen* yourself? You're stunning, from your cute little freckles to your thickly corded muscles, if anyone here is hand-crafted by the gods, it's you."
Polnareff found himself at a loss for words, surprisingly, but thankfully after swallowing down another mouthful of the overpriced swill in his glass, Jotaro continued.
"And it's like, you know you're good looking, but at the same time when someone genuinely compliments you, you get the cutest little flush all the way down your neck. And fuck- when you dance, it's impossible to look anywhere else, because how in the hell does a man like you, who's built like a fucking tank, move so goddamn gracefully?" There was a hint of genuine wonder in his voice, almost as if he were retelling a dream, and Jean couldn't help the way his face turned crimson once again.
"Jotaro, I-" he started, trying to find the words. "-I don't know what to say. I mean obviously, thank you, but, *wow*. I didn't know you saw me like that. Wait- you watched me dance? And you liked it? Is that why you stayed?" Polnareff felt some of the courage return with this realization, and suddenly sat a bit straighter next to Jotaro.
Jotaro cleared his throat again, pulling down the brim of his hat.
"Yes." He muttered, barely audible over the background noise of the club.
Polnareff paused, head spinning.
"Yes?"
"Yes." Jotaro confirmed.
"And you're sure you're not fucking with me right now?" Jean asked suspiciously, eyeing Jotaro's face to detect any trace of a lie.
"Polnareff, I swear on my hat I'm not fucking with you." Jotaro boomed, his tone sounding more husky than he intended, but the little shiver Polnareff did in response was enough to push his doubts back down.
Polnareff took a deep breath, and scrunched his face deep in thought before moving closer to Jotaro.
"Kiss me." Jean said simply, and Jotaro obliged.
It was soft at first, Jotaro's plush lips connecting with his, and Jean slid his hand up the back of Jotaro's neck to tangle in the curls at his nape in an effort to pull him closer, a silent plea of *more*. Jotaro's own hands found Polnareff's waist as he deepened the kiss, curiously sliding his tongue into Jean's waiting mouth, and was met with an eager tongue set on fighting him for dominance. Polnareff's experience with kissing was apparent and soon Jotaro was moaning into the kiss, pressing himself against Jean's hands on his neck and side, all while feeling his legs go numb from the adrenaline rush fueled by the kiss. Polnareff could taste the traces of old fashioned and cigarette smoke on Jotaro's tongue and he hummed in approval. It was warm and burned a bit and something completely Jotaro, and he wanted more. Jotaro could feel Jean's heartbeat going wild and he decided that was the only pulsing music he gave a shit about in this damn bar.
They broke apart for air, neither of them sure if the kiss lasted minutes or hours, but both blushing and breathing heavy.
Polnareff spoke first.
"Wow-" he huffed.
"Yeah." Jotaro breathily replied.
"We should do that again sometime, if you want to of course."
"Yeah, sure, sounds good."